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Switch purchase? Switch jobs.

Back in 1983 my high school library was a bit of a joke. It seems we never had more than 2 copies of any book the county put on its required list. What this meant was that everyone was frantically trying to get the same books to complete papers with. Before I could drive this meant getting my poor mom to drive me to every library in the area.

One day our library started asking for volunteers to do a fundraiser to get more materials and namely more copies of the required books. Some of us jumped on board and sold everything from donuts to coupons. We would also hold bake sales, car washes, and etc. We were elated when at the end of the drive we had far exceeded the goals.

We were all promised that we would have our dreams realized over the summer. The school year starts up and we are giddy to see the new books. Imagine our dismay when we get into the library and find that most of the books are gone. Bare shelves glared at us as we went along the rows. Thats when we noticed that the holy grail of the library was also missing - the card catalog file. In its place was two computer terminals - mind you not computers.

We went to the front desk and asked the librarian what was going on. She had decided to get a fancy computer system ‘to make her job easier and cut down on theft’. We were stunned because we did not have a theft problem. Certainly some books would get lost or damaged but not very many. The books were mostly missing because they had been sent to a company to 'have security embedded in them’. The worst part is the librarian overspent and therefore, you guessed it, was not able to purchase more books.

We felt the shame of being used, lied to, and screwed over. It was at this point that we knew revenge was in order. It took myself and a couple of my fellow computer nerds 15 min to figure out what they had done to the books. The security tag was a RF tag (like at stores) on the card pocket of the book. The new cards themselves had metal foil in their center. Without this foil the tag would receive energy from the newly installed gates at the library door and set off an alarm.

I decided to test our knowledge. I grabbed a reference book, threw a gum wrapper in the pocket, shoved it in my bag, and hit the door. I passed out the door without a peep from the gates. After that day we threw our plan into action. We would steal as many books as we could and hide them in any location we could find.

At first we used storage rooms by boxing them up and soon ran out of space. We then started using empty lockers and even putting them in the ceiling on top of divider walls. By the end of the year the librarian was getting frantic. She could not balance her inventory with the new computer system and she was being called out on it thanks to our many complaints. Another genius move was to have then boxes labeled as other textbooks and sent to the warehouse over the summer. This was easy to do since WE were the volunteers that wrote a program to do it and would print the labels.

The librarian ended up losing her job and being investigated for fraud since there seemed to be some missing funds as well. Over the summer the county finally spent the money to fill our book request due to the uproar. It was not until a week before the start of school that they started discovering library books in the extra boxes several teachers received.

This was just the beginning of us getting revenge on some of the teachers. In the end we got our revenge and the original items we worked so hard to get.

Extra: the books never left county property. We boxed most up and sent them to the warehouse. They came back next year.

Also the company finished the other books they had and sent them back midway through the year. This worked to our advantage because the librarian could not see how many were gone until they placed all the secured books on the shelf from the final shipment.

Study Date (percabeth fluff)

Imagine your OTP setting up a study date together. Person A thinks they’re actually going to study while Person B has the only intention of making out with Person A.

Thank you @lemi10125!!

Percy shrugs his hoodie on, walking out the door of Goode High. He’s just gotten out of class, but the biting chill and grey sky dampers any feeling of freedom he might have felt otherwise. It’s not all bad, though; he’s on his way to meet Annabeth at the library. He’d gotten the text in the middle of class:

A: Will you meet me at the library right after school? I have a lot of work and I’d like your help.

Of course, Percy said yes. If he was being honest, he felt pretty swamped with his classes, too. Fall has never been his favorite season, with school starting. This year, it’s even worse with all of the responsibilities he has as a senior. Basically, he has no time.

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It was your first day of work at the mansion and you were already in over your head. Walking in, the guards were chasing down Taehyung and Jungkook, as they ran like children around the policemen. Namjoon and Yoongi were fighting with each other, while Jimin and Hobi placed bets on who would win. You stood there in a complete mess, watching the chaos ensue. However, it was Jin that came from upstairs, buttoning his crisp white button down and surveying the crowd.

Guys, what did I say, we need to look presentable for Ms. L/N. He said in a calm voice as he waltzed his way down the stairs. You watched him like he was some graceful angel that fluttered towards you. He made eye contact, raised his eyebrows in shock, then smiled. Ah, Dr. L/N, I didn’t see you there. I’m sorry for their behavior, please forgive us. He said to you and outstretched his hand, taking it, he looked into your eyes and a smile graced his face. Feeling your cheeks tint pink, you tried to show your professionalism.

Hello. I was a bit surprised when I walked in to such a crazy scene, is it always like this? You asked and Jin looked behind him, the guards were now holding Jungkook and Tae, while the rest of the guys scratched their necks in embarrassment.

A bit. You have to understand, we are used to just men around here. You raised your eyebrows and squinted your eyes in a small glare. AH, that came out wrong, it’s not that we don’t like women, it’s just we are rough around the edges. Jesus, I don’t think I’m doing a good job at this backtracking thing. Jin’s cheeks went bright red and you laughed a little. The guys all started to jeer at their elder as they mocked and laughed about his fumbling mouth.

Alright, well I have a lot to set up, but Jin, would you come into my office? I would like to speak to you. You asked and all of the guys hooted behind him. Hollering and continuing their jokes, Jin rolled his eyes and nodded at you.

Of course. Whatever makes this easier for you. He responded and you nodded. Walking into your office, Jin followed.

The office was bare, only boxes strewn about the mahogany furniture and you put your hands on your hips as you looked around. Ah, this is going to take me all night. You mumbled to yourself and sighed. Looking at Jin, you went through your mental catalog of files. Con-man, eldest inmate, ponzi-scheme, and very charming. You remembered the gist of his crimes and nodded to yourself.

So each of the inmates here has a vastly different crime and it seems from what I observed out there, that their personalities are all over the place. Jin smiled and gave a small nod. And I notice that just from the small interaction, that you’ve taken on a bit of a leader persona with them. Jin shook his head.

No, no that’s mainly Namjoon. They tend to ignore my pleas. He tried to counter, but you shook your head.

The way I see it, Namjoon tends to get distracted. I need a guy who is comfortable with being the boss. Can you do that? You asked and Jin thought for a moment before nodding.

Jin smiled to himself as you started to go through your plan. So I would have control over the guys? He asked and you nodded without even looking at him. It was simple enough to understand, you couldn’t be at the house 24/7 so you were putting Jin in charge as a way to keep each program from derailing on their courses. Jin would take on various responsibilities and he would be held accountable if any of the guys decided to go off track. For Jin it was perfect, he missed the days that he was able to be in control, he had lost so much of it when he had been arrested and he finally felt like he was going to be able to take over once more.

Jin left your office and you looked through the boxes that laid around. Slowly putting things around, you got a call from your boss.

Everything going okay on the first day? He asked and you sat down at your desk.

Eh, they are a crazy bunch, but I already have Jin’s plan in motion. You said looking at the door.

Already? I thought you were going to wait? He sounded surprised, but you shook your head.

He was already showing signs of leadership, I think it’s best if we figure out just how powerful he is. You responded and your boss agreed.

So do you think he’s going to give you any issues? He asked and you thought about it. Jin’s record showed that Jin had taken control of a company when he was young, he was ruthless at the time and although it was good to have that for some of the time, he seemed to had fallen down a slippery slope. Eventually becoming the boss of a Ponzi scheme and robbing less knowledgeable investors of their savings. All of his previous programs were showing him a lack of power, he was forced to let others lead, but you thought it might not be good for him.

I think it could work, as long as we work together. You told your boss and he sighed.

Seriously? Work together? What is this, gradeschool? He joked and you shook your head. You understood it was crazy, but you wanted to believe that Jin could handle this new lesson.

If I constantly force him to behave as an inferior, he’s going to be resentful, maybe by doing this, I can gain his trust easier and work with him to better himself and the others. They seem to listen to him. You added and again your boss was quiet for a moment.

Alright, you’re the head honcho on this case, I trust you. The two of you finished the call and you continued to put things around the office.

The next day you walked into the house and found all of the guys standing at the bottom of the stairs. Already impressed, you looked around for Jin, but couldn’t find him.

Yoongi, where’s Jin? You asked and Yoongi just pointed to your office.

The younger inmates began to giggle as you made your way to the office, looking over your shoulder, they tried to hide their laughter. Opening the door, your mouth dropped. Jin sat at your desk, rearranging things and making himself comfortable.

Ah, Y/N, I’m glad you finally got here today. Why don’t you take a seat and I’ll be with you in a moment. He said and you were ready to explode. Maybe working together wasn’t the best plan.


smol doodle dump (: i feel as if my rwby draws are going to be full of more and more pain, but my love live draws will continue to be just.. thirsty af

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probably never to be finished Rinch fic


It starts as a game. Finch has remained decisively close-mouthed when it comes to anything personal, even down to how much he is worth, and it grates a little. John decides it’s the principle of the thing - it’s customary, polite even, to allow an equal exchange of information in a relationship; Finch knows literally everything about practically everyone, and this is therefore only fair.

He begins with a bang. Considering John Wiley’s worth is well over a hundred million, and considering Wiley is only one of a number of identities Finch maintains, spending less than a million on anything seems like Finch will consider it pocket change. And John’s always been partial to a Porsche.

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Inspired by @mizjoely ’s post.:)

John: So… You and Molly.

Sherlock: -without lifting his head from his microscope- Yes, John. Doctor Molly Hooper and myself.

John: Good… Good… -drums his fingers on the counter- -pause- -bounces his knee- -looks at Sherlock- So… -another pause- How is it?

Sherlock: Well, the fungus is reacting as expected to the ag-

John: No. No. By ‘it’, of course I don’t mean whatever it is you’ve got on that slide of yours.

Sherlock: -pauses to roll his eyes but then resumes peering into the eyepiece- Out with it then, John.

John: Well… You know… It. How is… It.

Sherlock: -heaves an annoyed sigh and faces John- If you mean the sex, John –and really I find it ridiculous how you feel so uncomfortable just saying it outright, “Three Continents Watson” –let’s put it this way: I am extremely observant, I see and process even the most minute details and catalog them, file them away for future reference. I have perfect memory for things I care to remember –and trust me, these things I care very much to remember –and I make sure to use such knowledge in ways most agreeable to Doctor Hooper and myself. Now, if you will excuse me… -stands and heads towards the door, reaches for his Belstaff and shrugs it on- I find myself in quite a mood now, and I am confident in my ability to induce Molly to indulge it, as her shift is coming to its close anyway. Goodbye, John. -strides out the doors in a swish of cape-

John: -stares at the doors with a very disturbed expression for a long moment, then shakes his head- You had to ask, John. You had to ask.

The Room

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index-card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I Have Liked.” I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed.”

The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read,” “Lies I Have Told,” “Comfort I Have Given,” “Jokes I Have Laughed At.” Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers.” Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done in My Anger,” “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents.” I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To,” I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts,” I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded.

An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!” In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With.” The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that they hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key.

But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here. Oh, anyone but Jesus.

I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t bear to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper than my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word. He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

“No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine. It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.”

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

Joshua Harris

let’s be honest with each other

no bullshit: i spent the past two months
charting and documenting and cataloging and filing and
trying to tolerate my own damn affections and
defining what the Right Thing to do is and i am still
only 65% sure
that i picked the right choice

no bullshit: i have been denying you the right
to pick up your half of the bargain for the fear
that if i surrender my control of our bearings
you will choose the choice
that i did not

no bullshit: i am certain that i am done
thinking about him, worrying about him, crying
over him, discussing him, acknowledging his presence
although i am uncertain and afraid to ask
whether or not it is the same for you
for her

no bullshit:
when you accused me of not telling you anything
that is not true; it’s only that i don’t tell you enough

—  a mess of ten thousand journal entries cramped into one


Tess Goldwasser is a youth services librarian at St. Mary’s County library. Previous to working in a library she was a radio DJ, a manager at a department store, a telemarketer, and a costumed mascot for a restaurant chain. Her interests include: British television, comic books, craft beer, fantasy RPGs, music, animals, and shiny things.

What’s your absolute favorite beer ever?
Dragon’s Milk by New Holland. Seriously. I feel like that beer was made to be a gift from the world especially to me. So craymazing. That means crazy amazing. I had to make up a word to describe how good it is.

Name your top three fictional characters (books only): Who’d you marry, who’d you, uh, be intimate with, and who’ you kill?
I’m gonna keep who I’d f and who I’d marry a secret, but I’d kill Joffrey Baratheon. Again and again.

What’s the career path for our marvelous Tess?
I have literally no idea. If you’d have told me years ago I’d be working with kids at a library I’d have told you you’re delusional. So as for years from now? Who knows. My fantasy? Running my own brewery/dog rescue.

What’s her favorite cookie/baked item?
Fave cookie: Oatmeal chocolate chip. Fave baked item: German chocolate cake. I’m also extremely fond of doughnuts. I know you didn’t ask for that info. I just felt compelled to tell you.

What’s her shoe size?
Why are you asking? Are you going to buy me shoes? Do you want to borrow my shoes? Are you trying to find out if I’m hiding huge, hairy, hobbit feet under my skirts? The answer is 7 ½.


CM Winters Palacio is a college Librarian and proud member of Local 1600 CCCTU’s executive board and Zeta Phi Beta Sorority, Inc. plus a proud Chicago south side resident.  She is the recent co-host of PBS-TV20 (WYCC) original Chicago education talk show, “The Professors.”  She is also an alumna of DePaul University (BA 1996) and University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign (MS 1997). Accomplishments include the Democracy for America A+ Citizen Award and the Harvard Graduate School of Education Leadership Institute for Academic Librarians leadership fellow as well as a proud alumna of the candidates training programs sponsored by Emily’s List, Camp Wellstone, and Democracy for America.

If you were on a deserted island and had to survive eating only cereal. what would that cereal box be?
If I were on a deserted island and had to survive eating only cereal then I would choose Cheerios. 

If you were on a deserted island and had to survive eating only cereal. what would that cereal box be?
If I could have any super power then I would choose Wonder Woman’s golden lasso and would use it all the time especially on our Chicago aldermen and alderwomen. 


It’s hard for me to believe, but I’ve been working in libraries since 1981, where I’ve typed and filed catalog cards and planned new buildings. Other than libraries, I’ve also worked in a metal shop; ask me about it some time.

What did you wear to prom?
What did I wear to prom? I graduated from high school in 1979 in rural Oklahoma. It probably would have been a leisure suit (who remembers those things), bluegray, with one of those shirts with ruffles. I probably would not have worn a tie, just to be different. My hair was very long, so that would have been part of the look too. But, alas, I didn’t go. We’ll all just have to imagine what it would have been.


Kelly Kietur is an archivist at a private archive in the Metro Detroit area. She enjoys archival advocacy, trying to bridge the divide between librarians and archivists, being a loudmouth on the internet, the internet in general, textile arts, and making new friends.

What or who is your aesthetic idol?
I can’t pick one so here’s a list: old internet/computer aesthetics, 1970s interior design, vintage Pyrex, Lil’ Kim’s "Crush on You” video, your grandma, holographic everything. My aesthetic inspiration changes daily so it’s hard to pin a lot down.

Where did you get them glasses, gurl?
They came from a local store by my house! They are vintage glasses so I don’t even know where you’d find another pair. I mean probably on the internet somewhere, but I don’t have a model name or anything.

Who are your library crushes?
-Caitlin Brennecke, who has the maddest hustle I’ve ever seen
- April Conant, strong, sometimes silent, can leap across the state of Michigan in a single bound
- JP Porcaro, big personality, even bigger heart, the realest dude in the game
- everyone else out there hustling trying to make their libraries/archives/information palaces great, I see you and I love you


Krishna Grady (@darcyeyre) is a Children’s Librarian/Program Coordinator in Connecticut. She enjoys fiber arts, dancing, fantasy novels and tea. Her dream is to write a children’s musical and tour it around the globe.

    How do you give yourself cat eye makeup?
    It takes quite a bit of patience and a steady hand. I actually took stage makeup classes in high school and college so part of it is tons of practice but whenever I need a refresher I watch youtube videos.

      How do you remember all your brilliant rhymes and songs?
      It comes from my background in theater. Most of the time I was in a show and memorizing music and dialogue for another show but really I don’t know. The lame answer = I just do. Just between you and me sometimes my mind goes blank and then I just make up rhymes.

        Who are your library crushes?
        So much pressure and so many crushes! Ok here goes… Courtney Young, James McNutt, Amanda L. Goodman, Marian McLeod and my former work husband Britton Ozburn


        Amanda Brennan is an internet librarian who specializes in researching the history of memes and other viral content throughout the web. She is currently on the Content & Community team at Tumblr where she explores and evaluates trends throughout the network.

        • What is her favorite thing about librarianship?
          Knowing all the things. Or at least how to find all the things. Being an expert of knowledge is what drew me to the profession and what keeps me going.
        • If she could have a super power what would it be?
          To be able to stop time. Mostly so I can have about 5 extra hours a day to do all the stuff I want to do.
        • What is the one piece of clothing she can’t live without?
          Right now, the scarf in my photo. It’s a giant blanket and super cozy. But year round, the skirt in my photo. I love it so much, I own it in three colors.
        You see, Librarian apprentices have plenty of time to practice things that are ridiculous. They really only have three duties: First, to learn the incredibly and needlessly complicated filing system used to catalog books in the back library stacks. Second, to practice with the book-hooks. Third, to plot ways to torture an innocent populace.
        —  Brandon Sanderson, Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians